August tried to warn
Us of her impending move.
She sent us cool drafts,
Chilling memos of warning.
Yet, wrapped in sweaters
We missed her exiting.
Undercover of night,
With just the moon as witness,
Fall bearing September came.
Choka
Warning!
“Do Not Approach,
Or Attempt To Talk To
Me Before Morning Coffee”
Cinquain
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself
Inspired by Micah chapter 7
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge: Week #71 Prompt: Thorn
When I saw the meaning of this poetic form titled “Alouette”, which is French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, .I was excited to try it out as it immediately made me think of the Meadowlark’s that live in the meadow near my home.
I love hearing their beautiful songs and I had thoughts of writing a charming poem about them and their melodies, romantic, lovely, flutelike, glorious, words that inspire and uplift!
Well, upon researching the Meadowlark, I found that their song is sung only to mark their territory! It is not a love song, it is not a glorious song of joy, (as it seems it is when heard) it is just a warning song of sorts, one that let’s other birds know they cannot trespass on the land the lark lives on. So, my dreamy thoughts deflated, I wrote a poem about them as best as I could. 🙂
Information on the Western Meadowlark
Listen to the Song of the Lark
